Di Cang had lost. He had lost utterly and completely!
Every gaze swung toward Wu Wushuang!
There he stood, still dressed in white as snow, his expression as cool and distant as ever!
He stood where he was without moving a hair, as though that blade strike powerful enough to split heaven and earth had been nothing more than a casual swing!
Not a trace of aura escaped him!
Yet standing there, he was like a mountain no one could cross!
Like an ocean with no shore in sight!
Like a starry sky forever beyond reach!
Countless eyes were filled with shock, awe, and fear!
A prodigy!
Too monstrous a prodigy!
No, "prodigy" could no longer describe him!
He was a monster!
A monster among monsters!
A supreme monster beyond anything anyone could comprehend!
At the Immortal King Realm, he had created the nascent form of an Emperor Art!
Nothing like this had happened since the creation of heaven and earth!
Which of those Supreme Existences who eventually ascended to the Emperor's Throne had not needed countless years of accumulation and countless trials at the brink of life and death before they could barely glimpse the threshold of the Emperor Path at the peak of the Epoch King realm, or even higher?!
Yet this young man in white had created the nascent form of his own Emperor Art while still in the Immortal King Realm, between three battles, simply by watching an opponent wield a blade technique?!
What did that even mean?!
It was not something a human being could do!
The viewing stands fell deathly silent!
Every old monster was silent!
They did not even know what words could describe how they felt!
At the same time, everyone realized something.
How strong was Chen Fan?
He had defeated Di